Liv' a lil'
Liv' a lil'
Liv' a lot
Won't you liv' a lil'
Won't you liv' a lil yeah yeah
Streets build you up
Just to break you down
Lil young nigga
Trapping for a pair of nice shoes
8-ball
Got em in the pocket like pool
Thought about a dollar
Fore' he thought about school
When you live your life by
Money cash rules
Bitches on ya nuts
They just want ya cashews
They don't know about the struggle Momma rent past due
When you look up in the mirror
Find the problem, thats you
Justify ya hustle
Cuz' you know you had to
Momma need a dollar
Can't even ask you
Had to get in drive
Had to switch these lanes
Time to count these commas up for a f*ckin' change
Lil' nigga nineteen
Pull up with range
Doing our thing
It was us and the gang
Everyday we tryna get ahead
Tryna get the bread
Tryna see what's on the spread
Might end up dead
Don't take granted you living
Spill blood on these feelings
Can't find me a real one
Hard to decipher
The fake from the real
When the ass look appealing
I tell you its chilling
Liv' a lil'
Liv' a lil'
Liv' a lot
Won't you liv' a lil'
Won't you liv' a lil yeah yeah
Streets build you up
Just to break you down
Lil young nigga
Trapping for a pair of nice shoes
8-ball
Got em in the pocket like pool
Thought about a dollar
Fore' he thought about school
When you live your life by
Money cash rules
Bitches on ya nuts
They just want ya cashews
They don't know about the struggle
Momma rent past due
When you look up in the mirror
Find the problem, thats you
Write it like its poetry
To show you mean the most to me
Yuh
Nah we don't love hoes and police
This life can't save me from the streets
I paint it like masterpiece
We feast at the table so pull up a seat
We gon creep on em'
No pillow talk please dont sleep on us
Down in miami with heat on us yeah
We don't do emails we cc the feet on us
Nah
No need to ask
No need to ask
Yeah
Just liv' a lil
Liv' a lil'
Liv' a lot
Won't you liv' a lil'
Won't you liv' a lil' yeah yeah
Streets build you up
Just to break you down
Lil young nigga
Trapping for a pair of nice shoes
8-ball
Got em in the pocket like pool
Thought about a dollar
Fore' he thought about school
When you live your life by money cash rules yeah
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Liv' a lil'
Liv' a lil'
Liv' a lot
Won't you liv' a lil'
Won't you liv' a lil yeah yeah
Streets build you up
Just to break you down
Lil young nigga
Trapping for a pair of nice shoes
8-ball
Got em in the pocket like pool
Thought about a dollar
Fore' he thought about school
When you live your life by
Money cash rules
Bitches on ya nuts
They just want ya cashews
They don't know about the struggle Momma rent past due
When you look up in the mirror
Find the problem, thats you
Justify ya hustle
Cuz' you know you had to
Momma need a dollar
Can't even ask you
Had to get in drive
Had to switch these lanes
Time to count these commas up for a f*ckin' change
Lil' nigga nineteen
Pull up with range
Doing our thing
It was us and the gang
Everyday we tryna get ahead
Tryna get the bread
Tryna see what's on the spread
Might end up dead
Don't take granted you living
Spill blood on these feelings
Can't find me a real one
Hard to decipher
The fake from the real
When the ass look appealing
I tell you its chilling
Liv' a lil'
Liv' a lil'
Liv' a lot
Won't you liv' a lil'
Won't you liv' a lil yeah yeah
Streets build you up
Just to break you down
Lil young nigga
Trapping for a pair of nice shoes
8-ball
Got em in the pocket like pool
Thought about a dollar
Fore' he thought about school
When you live your life by
Money cash rules
Bitches on ya nuts
They just want ya cashews
They don't know about the struggle
Momma rent past due
When you look up in the mirror
Find the problem, thats you
Write it like its poetry
To show you mean the most to me
Yuh
Nah we don't love hoes and police
This life can't save me from the streets
I paint it like masterpiece
We feast at the table so pull up a seat
We gon creep on em'
No pillow talk please dont sleep on us
Down in miami with heat on us yeah
We don't do emails we cc the feet on us
Nah
No need to ask
No need to ask
Yeah
Just liv' a lil
Liv' a lil'
Liv' a lot
Won't you liv' a lil'
Won't you liv' a lil' yeah yeah
Streets build you up
Just to break you down
Lil young nigga
Trapping for a pair of nice shoes
8-ball
Got em in the pocket like pool
Thought about a dollar
Fore' he thought about school
When you live your life by money cash rules yeah
Liv' a lil'
Liv' a lot
Won't you liv' a lil'
Won't you liv' a lil yeah yeah
Streets build you up
Just to break you down
Lil young nigga
Trapping for a pair of nice shoes
8-ball
Got em in the pocket like pool
Thought about a dollar
Fore' he thought about school
When you live your life by
Money cash rules
Bitches on ya nuts
They just want ya cashews
They don't know about the struggle Momma rent past due
When you look up in the mirror
Find the problem, thats you
Justify ya hustle
Cuz' you know you had to
Momma need a dollar
Can't even ask you
Had to get in drive
Had to switch these lanes
Time to count these commas up for a f*ckin' change
Lil' nigga nineteen
Pull up with range
Doing our thing
It was us and the gang
Everyday we tryna get ahead
Tryna get the bread
Tryna see what's on the spread
Might end up dead
Don't take granted you living
Spill blood on these feelings
Can't find me a real one
Hard to decipher
The fake from the real
When the ass look appealing
I tell you its chilling
Liv' a lil'
Liv' a lil'
Liv' a lot
Won't you liv' a lil'
Won't you liv' a lil yeah yeah
Streets build you up
Just to break you down
Lil young nigga
Trapping for a pair of nice shoes
8-ball
Got em in the pocket like pool
Thought about a dollar
Fore' he thought about school
When you live your life by
Money cash rules
Bitches on ya nuts
They just want ya cashews
They don't know about the struggle
Momma rent past due
When you look up in the mirror
Find the problem, thats you
Write it like its poetry
To show you mean the most to me
Yuh
Nah we don't love hoes and police
This life can't save me from the streets
I paint it like masterpiece
We feast at the table so pull up a seat
We gon creep on em'
No pillow talk please dont sleep on us
Down in miami with heat on us yeah
We don't do emails we cc the feet on us
Nah
No need to ask
No need to ask
Yeah
Just liv' a lil
Liv' a lil'
Liv' a lot
Won't you liv' a lil'
Won't you liv' a lil' yeah yeah
Streets build you up
Just to break you down
Lil young nigga
Trapping for a pair of nice shoes
8-ball
Got em in the pocket like pool
Thought about a dollar
Fore' he thought about school
When you live your life by money cash rules yeah
Writer: Michel Vernet
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